Tuesday, September 26, 2006

It's really surprising how one experience from the past can determine your future. See, not only am I a member of the XXXXX community, but I am also currently a kindergarten teacher in Ohio. During those times, I developed a passion for education, and having students understand and appreciate the things that you're teaching them is one of the most gratifying experiences one can ever imagine. But of course, this realization was all triggered by a particular event.

I was neither bright nor diligent when I was a college student, as I have been known to skipping classes and failing exams because of my laziness. I would consider myself as one of the hotter personalities on campus, where guys salivate over me because of my luscious body. I'm the kind of person who has sex on her mind, in which I would hang out with guys and engage in a hot, sexual orgy with them instead of studying for my midterms.

One time, like any other time in the lecture room, while one of our teachers were returning our exam papers, in which I failed miserably, our professor wanted to talk to me and asked me to stay after class. It was late in the evening.

Our professor has led a storied carrier in this university, earning the respect and esteem from his colleagues. He's on his way to his fifties, with his thinning flaxen hair and crusty skin having served time in this world. However, his stout features and sturdy built has been able to preserve his appeal. Not that I find him attractive or anything, but he looks more handsome than people his age. Still, his reputation leaves me wondering what would happen next.

He was sitting in the chair of the lecture room where he held our classes while browsing through my papers as I stood there waiting in anticipation at the side of his table. He dropped my paper, and turned his chair to my side. We talked about my pathetic academic record, which happened to concern the other faculty members. He said that everybody saw the potential in me to become a great student if it weren't for my absences and tardinesses. I answered boorishly, saying that studying doesn't really fulfill me. His face did not really show a hint of surprise, and he calmly told me that I need to give at least a reason why I should pass the next term. I couldn't think of any.

And then things flashed before my eyes, I don't want to get out of school. I don't want my parents to know that they've been spending their money on nothing!

He then posed a proposition to me that would probably salvage my academic life. He unzipped his pants to show his erect penis to me. He told that I should suck his cock and then he would appeal to the board of directors to give me a passing mark. At first, I hesitated, thinking that this shit ain't worth it. But thinking of what my parents would say and do to me, I started to think that it's fair enough. Plus, his 9-inch boner seems inviting indeed.

I felt more secure knowing that there were no students roaming around the premises late that evening. I knelt down between his legs, pulled up my hair, and began to insert his cock in my mouth. He let out a moan after giving him head for quite a while. At times, his dickhead reached to my throat, which gagged me a little, but suddenly, the urge of making him cum was taking hold of me. I want his cum so bad, that it's not about my grades anymore. I was feeling wet in my pussy.

I stood up, leaving my professor hanging in the air. But as soon as I removed my pants and panties, which were soaked between the legs, he let out a devious smile. While still sitting on his chair, he spread his legs as I sat comfortably on his groin, with my back against his body, pushing his cock inside my pussy. His cock felt sensational sliding up and down inside as I grind my ass down to his cock to get it deeper in me. It was great. Never in my life have I thought that I would get fucked by a man in his midlife, and that I would get it good. This would even top the other younger guys that I had!

The climax approached as we were in the heat of the moment. I was getting more wet inside with every thrust from his cock. He wanted to get his cock to penetrate faster in my pussy, but our position wouldn't allow it. And so I decide to stand up and kneel down in front of him again, as I jacked his cock with my right hand while masturbating with my left. He was left helpless with pleasure, as he wanted to move, but there was no place to go. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, as the pleasure reached its critical stage. I, on the other hand, found enough satisfaction to play with my pussy. My fingers were enough to get me running, as I came out with force, having the cum splash down the floor. After continuous beating of his cock, he erupted violently in my hands, covering half of it with his man-juice. But before the moment he came out, he said in an exhausted manner, "You would definitely get an A from me!"

As soon as the both of us cleaned up and got dressed, the professor told me that my records would be reconsidered, and that there is nothing for me to worry about. Most importantly, what happened between us would forever be kept a secret. He calmly left with his things and walked out the door like a man of his stature would, with class and dignity. Seeing him leave from the room gave me the chills, something that I have never felt before. It made me wonder how a man like him still remains to be esteemed by the university.

And then from that point on, I want to be like him. I want to be respected, and at the same time, get laid by guys even if it's against their consent. Just as long as they have failing marks, I'll have them in the palm of my hands. And so, I shifted my course from Mass Communications to Education. And then, I straightened up my studying act, and graduated with honors. I never knew studying could be so much easy!

But like any other good teacher, I should continue to experience other things as well in order to learn more. That's why I joined XXXXX and created my account under the name XXXXX. With the different available guys on this site, it's not enough to become a teacher. Sometimes, you got to be a student once in a while.